. if you don’t have ... if it’s hard for you to get close...”“Twice,” Rhonda said.“Twice?”“I’ve been with two women. Actually a girl... and a woman. A schoolmate my age was the first. I guess we took each other’s lesbian cherries. I really liked it. The sex. She was butch. Kind of tough. Kind of thick. But I liked her difference. And of course her similarities. She really liked me. Which was the problem.”“You didn’t like her that way.”“Exactly. I broke it off after the second time. The first time. ”“I’m going to fuck you, Lucien. But first, I’m going to ride you up and down all those wild, wicked trails I’ve always been afraid to take. Since you’re here to protect me and keep me from killing myself with my hot pussy and my smoking hot ass, I’m going to take this long, winding, wild, wicked, fucking, new-life trail I see in front of me. Are you really willing to let me ride like this? Will you aid and abet me in all my wickedly evil adventures?”“Try me, Babe. I wouldn’t miss the chance to. Her breasts bobbed in their strap with her catching breath as she stared at me, her arms stretched out, her cock pulsating against its golden binds. “I am a sadist,” I said, reaching into the drawer, “I desire to see you humiliated and it pain.” I pulled out the bottle, and Furia’s eyes widened. I gave her a soothing stroke along her belly as I upturned the bottle, and dripped the nectarous lubricant on my cock. “We can only grow through pain, Furia, and you’ve been avoiding it.” My eyes. The eroticism was almost mind-blowing. I could feel the urgency of Jon's movements and the increased volume of fluid in my mouth. Suddenly, he groaned and nearly choked me with the thrust. It felt as though I was drowning in ejaculate. Fortunately, at his orgasm, his hands fell to his sides and I could pull away. My thoughts whirled. There was still a lurking distaste for what I'd just done but that was overridden by the thrill of the sensations I'd felt.As Jon's spasms subsided to small spurts.